Chapter 33. I Want You

Shimma’s POV

Come join me for dinner. XOXO.

I smiled and dropped the note back on the bed. I picked up the shirt, my eyes running over it. It was twice as big as I had expected. I put it on, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. A chuckle escaped my lips because I looked like I was wearing a gown. Well, thankfully, I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I made my way down the stairs as I approached the dining room. Mr. Mattias was setting the table when he turned to glance at me, his expression shifting from what it was to something totally different: dangerous desire.

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Mattias’s POV

After I had dropped my shirt on her bed with a short note, I quickly rushed to make dinner—my favorite meal, pasta. Although she doesn’t know this, I’m sure she’s going to be shocked at how random it is. But not until she tastes it.

I can remember vividly the day I learned to cook pasta with my mother; I was eleven. I miss those times. I miss